Because of Peg, there is, among the trees of Brooklyn, a refuge
Ekaterina Fyodorovna Kolyschkine de Hueck Doherty speaks
Star monk Shen Hsui, not desiring to be desiring not to be seen as desiring,
wrote anonymously at midnight on the newly plastered wall of the empty hall,
“The body’s the stand, the mind’s the mirror, be diligent, keep the mirror clear of dust.”
Walking through a street fair to the rhythm of the oompah band behind me
Buber begins with between.
It brings back the blues in the heart of the we,
It brings back the you in the heart of the me,
It brings back the grieving ever so green.
said to his teacher of years,
“I’ve seen the nature of things.”
Old Rag Mountain knots its blankety-blank head
and drags its sorry-ass tatter of a body behind.
That’s one slant.